The masquerade given by the Countess de M---- was that kind of
magnificent and extraordinary entertainment which forms _the_ event
of the year in which it occurs; which is long held up as a pattern to
gala-givers, and as marking a red-letter epoch in the annals of fashion
and pleasure. Nothing was spared to make it in all respects perfect. An
entire floor of the Countess's vast mansion had been cleared, for the
occasion, of all superfluous furniture; three splendid saloons were
appropriated to dancing: two others, equally spacious, to refreshments.
In these, the appetites of the guests had been richly catered for. One
was the coffee-house, the other the _restaurant_. In the former, on a
multitude of small marble tables, a regiment of attentive waiters served
ices and sherbets, wine and chocolate, coffee and liqueurs. In the
latter, tables were laid for supper, and upon each of them lay a printed
bill of fare, where the hungry made their selection from a list of
the most delicate dishes, whose appearance followed the order with a
celerity that would have done honour to the best-appointed hotel in
Paris. A long, wide gallery, and some smaller rooms, were used as a
promenade, where the company freely circulated. In a music-hall, a
strong party of professional singers kept up an unceasing concert for
the entertainment of all comers; and in a chamber fitted up as a tent,
an Italian juggler, with peaked beard, and in antique costume of black
velvet, performed tricks of extraordinary novelty and ingenuity. Every
part and corner of this magnificent suite of apartments was lighted _a
giorno_, draped with coloured silks and muslins, and enlivened by a
profusion of tall mirrors, multiplying tenfold the fantastical figures
of the maskers and the flame of the countless _bougies_. Many hundreds
of porcelain vases, containing the choicest plants forced prematurely
into flower, and all remarkable for brilliancy of colour or fragrance
of perfume, lined the broad corridors and the recesses of the windows,
which latter were further filled by admirably executed transparencies,
forming a series of views from the Italian lakes. The whole resembled a
scene from fairyland, or an enchanted palace, raised by the wand of
some benevolent gnome for the delectation of the sons and daughters of
mortality. If the entertainment was of unparalleled magnificence, the
appearance of the guests did it no discredit. Tasteful and ingeniously
devised costumes crowded the apartments; history and romance had been
ransacked for characters; the most costly materials had been lavishly
employed in the composition of dresses for that one night's diversion.
All was glitter of jewels, wave of plumes, and rustle of rich brocades.
In diamonds alone an emperor's ransom was displayed; and more than one
fair masker bore upon her neck and arms, and graceful head, the annual
revenue of half-a-dozen German princes.
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